"Second Sister, what is it?"
A pure-looking girl of seventeen or eighteen gazed curiously at the Flower Ghost who had summoned her.
The Flower Ghost called Second Sister was the very one who had previously made love with Zhao Fu.
A mature, alluring woman chuckled. "It must be something good. Your face is flushed and you look so radiant and beautiful—have you been nourished by a man?"
"Big Sister! No one has ever come here, let alone a man," said a beautiful, busty woman with a somewhat repressed flirtatious air, her voice full of grievance.
"Second Sister, what is it? If there's nothing important, I'll be leaving," said a tall woman with an icy face coldly.
The Flower Ghost smiled. "Today, I brought a man here to satisfy all of you."
"What? A man? Where is he?"
The formerly repressed flirt's face lit up with delight as she cried out, her eyes darting around in every direction.
The icy woman frowned. "Second Sister, you can enjoy him yourselves. I have matters to attend to, so I'll leave first."
A quiet girl nodded as well and was about to leave.
Clang! Clang! Clang...
Iron chains shot out from all around, binding the icy woman and the quiet girl. Then Zhao Fu walked out from one side.
"It really is a man!"
The other women stared at Zhao Fu in astonishment. They had been here for so long, yet they had never expected to truly encounter a man. This was their first time.
The repressed flirt could not help throwing herself into Zhao Fu's arms and kissing him passionately. The two soon made love, and Big Sister also walked over with a soft laugh. The other women joined in as well, giggling coyly and bashfully.
Afterward, Zhao Fu rode the icy woman